Frogs and Auditions

Hey gals!


Long time, no write. My bad. I was all caught up.
Let me give you the long and short of it.

I've found that dating and auditions have a lot in common. Basically, you put in a lot of effort and you get a lot of rejection. That wonderful guy I was talking about a few months ago? Well...Frog! Just "ribbit!" We dated for three months, he didn't want to commit, and then he decided to stop talking to me...completely. Three weeks later he tried to come back, apologize, and pick back up. Um, clearly not. I don't go for all that foolishness.


Next, I started talking to this wonderful man who I went to college with. He is literally like...fantastic and we were always laughing and having a great time together. He is an incredibly talented musician and we had a lot in common and most importantly, he has a total heart for God. For our first date, he took me on a trip to Disney World...yes. You read that correctly. We were gone for a week. It was amazing. I was smitten. He lives a few states away so I was doing some traveling back and forth and soon after our trip, the two of us worked together putting on my first solo concert. He was once again incredible. Total gentleman. Like, everything. Okay...long story short, he was out of town last week with his family and it has now been six days since he has called me. He's all about moving slowly and I respect that, but like, an email and a few tweets does not a courtship make. So...based on my past experiences, I'm gonna just count this one as a goner....ugh.


Additionally, I've been auditioning like crazy and not booking like crazy. Time is running out...well, if not time, my funds, and I am going to have to start thinking about some other options soon. All is not lost though. I have had some INCREDIBLE career experiences in the past few months, like total blessings, I just haven't booked anything that is more long-term and/or paying into my benefits. Make sense? So...we'll see what happens. Hopefully something will come through and I'll have some fun news on that front.


Hmmm...I had a dream that I was dating one of my gay besties last night...that was weird. lol.

...and...I think that's basically it. Oh wait! I signed my lease June 1st so now I am like a real bill-paying New Yorker.


So in summary, you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince and much like Miss Tiana...I'm going through it, but hopefully, in both my career and my love life, "I'm almost there!" Toodles!

The Dating Files: Mr. P Part 2

So after seeing Mr. P twice, I was kinda lukewarm about seeing him again. He was a nice guy and all, but like, meh, I just wasn't that into it. Unfortunately, I think he felt differently. (get caught up here: Mr. P Part 1)

Mr. P started texting me which was fine. Then he called and started talking about how he thought it was fated for us to meet. For example, he wasn't going to get on that particular subway car, but then he did and blah blah blah. I didn't think it was that deep, but he managed to find the symbolism in every single one of the totaled 2 hours that we'd spent together pointing to the fact that we were destined to be together. I'd pretty much checked out by this point and was working on a way to let him know that, but then it all came to a head this weekend.

He texted me saying that he wanted me to stop by his job to say hello. We don't work too far away from each other, but honestly, I had plans that night and wasn't going to have time. When I got home that evening I gave him a call because I didn't want to straight up ignore him. That's not hot. This is how the convo went:

Me: Hey!
Mr. P: So what happened to you today?
Me: Excuse me?
Mr. P: Did you ignore my text?
Me: No. I'm calling you right now.
Mr. P: Well I really wanted to see you. I wanted you to come to my job.
Me: Um, I was busy. I didn't leave midtown until late this evening. I figured you weren't at work.
Mr. P: I told you I work late.
Me: Um, no you didn't and besides, I was busy.
Mr. P: So just say you ignored my text then.
Me: Again, I didn't. I'm calling you now.
Mr. P: So you ignored my text.
Me: Fine. I ignored your text.
Mr. P: Thank you. Now how was your day?
Me: I'm sorry. This conversation is over. Say goodbye so I don't feel like I'm hanging up on you.
Mr. P: What? No! I'm sorry. I was just kidding. I'm sorry! Can I just hang up and call you back and start over?
Me:  Sure. *click*

Okay, so needless to say, I didn't pick up when he called back. He really must have lost his mind. I guess he thought he was my man or something, but he was clearly deluded. Mr. P has called me and texted me pretty much every day since, but there is no way I am responding. He'll get the point after a week or so, I'm sure.

Seems like Mr. P's attempts went from PREMATURE to WAY TOO LATE. I'm done.

So alas, I'm going to rate this attempt a #FAIL, but hopefully, it was an entertaining story to read as it is certainly an amusing one to tell.

The Dating Files: Mr. P Part 1

Okay guys!


As promised, here is the first update on my recently resurrected dating life! This is the story of a guy...let's call him Mr. Premature!


"Google me, boo."



I met Mr. P, not online, but on the subway of all places. Cute guy. Seemed nice. It was all good. I was all dressed up and on my way to my opening night and he complimented me on my shoes. Now, of course my first response was to think "hmmmm...is he gay?" But in all honesty, my shoes were flyy and should be appreciated by all, regardless of sexual orientation. So, I am about to get off of the subway and he asked for my number. Instead of just giving it to him, I decided to make it a bit harder so that ol' boy would have to put forth some effort to find me. I told him to contact me through my website. Oh yes! You read that correctly. MY WEBSITE. lol. So bourgeoisie.



About a week later, I actually got a message from him through my site! Can you believe it? I was pretty impressed that he even went thorough the effort. I waited about 3-4 days and texted him at the number that he left. A few more days passed and I hadn't heard from him. I was thinking, "what is wrong with this dude?" You know, you don't go through the effort of finding someone just to ignore them. So what was up with that? Upon further checking, I realized that the fault was mine and I had texted the wrong person. LOL. Uh.....my bad.



So anyways, we chatted a bit and that was fine so we decided to meet up maybe a week or so later at a local coffee spot. I dressed rather casually and had no nerves about the meeting. It was actually pretty cool. I found out more about him, nice guy, etc. We were there about an hour and then I was tired so he walked me home. Great. We had plans to go to a bar the next evening where he and his friends hosted a local game night.



I feel you, dude.



So I showed up to game night the next evening and he was definitely excited to see me. He told me that he had told all of his friends that he had a "special lady" coming....umm, okay. I've known you for five minutes, but whatever. Then throughout the whole evening he was very touchy and like, all up in my face around everyone. It almost felt kind of territorial. Ugh. So I left after about an hour because I was tired (seeing a trend here?) and he left to walk me the four or five blocks to the train. Fine. I appreciate the chivalry. As we were walking, he grabbed my hand and then gave me this unnecessarily long and lingering hug. I mean, I guess if I was into it, it would've been okay, but I really just felt like he was doing too much too fast. It was all a bit....PREMATURE.

For the exciting conclusion, read....Mr. P Part 2!

The Dating Files: What was that!?

Ladies!

I am SO confused. Can someone please help me out? My question for tonight is, how do you know if you are on a date, a hang-out, or a meeting? I feel like the lines are so blurry in that area these days that one can never know what's going on. Since chivalry is pretty much a dying art (sadly) I feel like, if a guy follows the typical old school model of courting, then you are on a date, right? Like, he picks you up, you go out, he pays... I don't know.

Does money make the distinction? Like, if he pays is it a date, but if you go dutch (ewww) it's a hang-out? Or is the distinction made in the intention?

"Sooooo....what is this?"

Let me know. I'm trying to step my dating game up (See Online Boyfriend Shopping), but I'm not going into this thing blinded.

Holler at me..

Ps.Get ready for some of these dating stories that I am about to share lol!